Gemotions

The carefully constructed façade of her son, Ethan, was crumbling before her eyes. The secret account revealed a boy she didn't know, a boy filled with bitterness and a vocabulary that made her wince.

A coldness settled in her bones, a chill that had nothing to do with the thermostat. She felt a burning need to erase, to scrub away the offensive content with any cleaning solution she could get her hands on.

She threw the phone onto the bed, as if the phone was a venomous snake, then she quickly left the room.

She was suddenly exhausted, every muscle heavy. She sat on the kitchen floor, head in her hands.